Page 94 of Stolen Kisses
But everything had been fine between them until last night. “What happened? There’s something else. Something you’re not telling me.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does—” he started to argue.
She held up a hand to silence him. “Noah, I think it’s best if we end things here. Before we waste any more of each other’s time.”
The pain of that comment hurt so much it was hard to breathe for a moment.
Her lower lip trembled and he felt like a criminal for making her cry, for wasting her time, for being exactly who he’d always been.
Slowly, as if fighting lead gravity, he got up, walked to the door, and shut it behind him, beelining straight to his Jeep. He didn’t want to talk to Joey, who was still under his hood. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.
An hour later, he was on theSummerly,alone in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The water had always cleared his head. It was good medicine for him, better than chicken soup. He tossed a fishing line overboard and stared out. Unmoving. Barely breathing.
